Loneliness
I’m tired of being alone, see others happy because they have someone to love or are still happy because they had someone to love. I had neither someone who loves or had someone to that loved me.
I want to wake up in the arms of the man that loves me. He loves to wake up, looking me in the eyes, kissing me on the forehead and saying good morning.
I went someone I can call my own. I went someone that is more then my family, who isn’t apart of old family but, will be come my new family. Learning to like my family also learning to love me I learn to love him and his family as while.
I want to wake up in the arms of the man that loves me. He loves to wake up, looking me in the eyes, kissing me on the forehead and saying good morning.
I went someone I can call my own. I went someone that is more then my family, who isn’t apart of old family but, will be come my new family. Learning to like my family also learning to love me I learn to love him and his family as while.
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